COMPLETE Draco and Hermione travel back in time and switch stations in life. Both learn tough lessons about family, honour and love. Yes - a real treat for all you DHr shippers out there who crave good, long, fanfics.

Draco ran his hands through her thick,
brown, hair. Once so carefully braided around her head, it now hung
loose around her shoulders. He was reminded of the moment when they
had sat before the the fire in Ruth Brenthurst's cottage on Samhain,
and how he had seen the light of
the flames glinting against her chestnut hair. It had looked like her
hair was on fire. Shuddering slightly, and pulling her close to him,
he pushed the sight out of his head. I made it in time, he
thought to himself.

"How
did you know where to find me? How did you come back?" Hermione
was brimming over with questions.

Draco
shook his head. "I'll answer everything later."

Hermione
nodded, and pointed to the bench, "Okay. There's the Reverse
Thyme Eliminus I saved to use on myself on the table over there."

Draco
rushed over to the bench and scooped up the leather pouch of the
precious potion. He put it in his pocket and took a small stone out
of his pocket and placed it on the floor.

"What's
that?" asked Hermione curiously.

"It's
the real Master Witch Hunter" said Draco. "I was
riding here when I met him on the road. Of course, there could only
be one place he was heading, so I ambushed him and stole his Royal
Decree."

"But
how did you know who he was?" said Hermione, at once.

Draco
turned pale. "I...when I...when you sent me back to the future,
I read history books to discover what had happened to you."

Hermione
frowned, "But you came to save me, Draco. Nothing happened to
me."

"No...
I mean... well, honestly? You didn't make it, Hermione. You were
caught, tried, and burned as witch."

Hermione
shook her head, in a daze. "I can hardly believe that."

"I
got a really bad feeling you wouldn't make it back, and Dumbledore
helped me to find out whether you made it or not. That's why I knew
you died and came back for you."

"When
did I die?" Hermione asked, in a whisper.

"Tomorrow"
said Draco softly, folding her in his arms and giving her a small
hug. "But tomorrow will not happen because we'll be going away
soon."

"So
how did you know the identity of the Master Witch Hunter?"

"I
recognised who the master witch hunter was because the history books
told me his name" Draco swallowed, finding that his throat was
dry, "He was a Malfoy, Hermione. My ancestors co-operated with
muggles to prosecute muggleborns and half-bloods."

Hermione
looked at Draco in horror. "Oh my god."

"It's
true. His name is Antoine Malefoy, and he's from France. He would
have sentenced you to death."

"Your
ring, Draco" she said quietly, "The envoy said it was the
ring of the Master Witch Hunter. That is why I was caught!"

Draco
nodded and pressed something cold and hard into the palm of her hand.
"I found it on Antoine's finger... It was mine to give to you
once because it was wrenched from you by Antoine. In one version of
history, I had it all along because you died to give it to me. But
you can wear it now."

"Will
that mean your family won't have it for years and years?" said
Hermione holding out the Malfoy ring.

"I
don't think it matters," said Draco, taking it from her and
slipping it onto her finger. "Family is about more than rings
and symbols. The Malfoys will survive without it. Now stand back."
Draco took out his wand.

"What
are you doing?" Hermione asked curiously.

"I
have to turn him back into a person." said Draco.

"Why?"
cried Hermione, holding his arm, "Why not leave him!"

"We
have to make sure he survives" said Draco, "to continue
the Malfoy line so I exist in the future- like your family. You did
save them, Hermione. I visited your parents with Harry, though you
died doing it."

"But
he will kill so many more muggleborns!" Hermione said, hanging
onto Draco's wand arm. "Leave him be, Draco!"

"Dumbledore
said we were not to change history..." said Draco seriously,
holding Hermione's shoulders. She didn't hear him mutter the words
"...too much." under his breath.

"No!"
she said.

"You
must trust me on this one. Stand back."

Hermione
still wasn't convinced, but she could tell from the look on Draco's
face that he meant to do it, whatever she might say.

"Finite
Incantatem."

Hermione
leapt back as the smooth pebble on the floor transformed into the
figure of a man. He was tall, and blonde, and his face was cruel...

"Lucius!"
Hermione gasped, and staggered back. She had a real fear of the man-
Lucius Malfoy had been one of the most deadly of Death Eaters.

The
man who resembled Lucius Malfoy blinked and frowned. "Qui
êtes-vous? What is this?" he said, with a strong
French accent. He caught sight of Draco with his wand out and his
eyes narrowed, "Vous êtes un magicien pur sang! You
were the one who..."

"Immobilius" said
Draco, brandishing his wand. The man's arms snapped to his sides, and
his face contorted in shock.

"Now, I know you can hear me,
Antoine Malefoy." Draco said, walking towards him, his wand
outstretched. "So listen up. You will not understand what is
going on here, and you will leave this place without understanding.
But I do know one thing, I will not let you go on hunting out
muggleborns and half-bloods, do you hear me?"

Being frozen, Antoine could not move or
speak, but in his eyes was a look of anger, and....Hermione thought,
fear? Draco was taller than Antoine, and dressed very richly-
he cut an imposing figure and there was no doubt that he was
powerfully magic. But the most intimidating thing about Draco at that
moment, was his expression. It was hard, and merciless.

"I am going to make sure that you
don't," said Draco, lifting his wand.

"Draco..." Hermione warned,
"Remember what Dumbledore said about changing History! I
thought..."

But Draco ignored her. "Obliviate!"
he said.

If Antoine had not
been immobilised, he would have fallen onto the floor. As it was, he
reeled from the shock of the memory charm. His eyes, when he stared
at Draco, were blank and confused.

Hermione held her breath. What was
Draco doing?

"You can't leave him like
that..." she found herself saying. She remembered Gilderoy
Lockhart's condition after he had been blasted by a powerful memory
charm.

"Don't worry, I just modified his
memory a little" said Draco. "And I'm not done yet..."

"Stop it...what are you doing?
You mustn't tamper with the past like that!"

"...Imperio!"

"Draco, that's a forbidden
curse!" cried Hermione, getting desperate.

"Not in 1486" said Draco,
wryly.

Hermione wanted to
yank Draco away from Antoine, but Draco had such a determined look on
his face that she felt if she tried anything like that, he might hex
her for it.

Draco turned to Antoine, who still bore
a blank, confused look. "You will say this witch escaped and
you couldn't stop her. You will return to France. More importantly...
you will never hunt muggleborns and half-bloods again, and you
will never instruct your children and family in such ways.
Understand?"

Antoine, still frozen, couldn't
indicate that he understood, but his eyes now bore a calm and
peaceful look. Hermione knew that Draco's imperius had worked.
She wondered how he had known how to cast such a powerful dark spell
so well.

"Lucius taught me how to cast
dark spells" said Draco, reading her thoughts. "I can't
believe it came in useful one day."

He took off his cape and draped it over
Antoine's shoulders. Antoine's eyes watched Draco's every move, but
he was still immobilized. "Oh, and this is yours too,
monsieur," said Draco taking a second wand out his
pocket and slipping it into Antoine's waistcoat. "Use it well."

With a flick of his
wand, Draco removed the silence and seal charms from the room. "Come,
Hermione" he said, holding his hand out to her.

Draco's behaviour
in the last five minutes had been so overbearing that Hermione almost
felt frightened to hold his hand. Timidly, she placed her palm in
his, and was immediately pulled into a tight embrace.

"I'm sorry if I scared you,
Hermione" Draco whispered, "But I had to do it. When I
read that you had burned, I could see it all... How the flames would
consume you and you would be screaming... and I couldn't let that
happen to you... or any other muggleborns or halfbloods... not by a
Malfoy."

Hermione buried her
face in his shoulder. Her hair smelled like roses.

"Some things you did for your
family, some things I do for mine."

Hermione nodded. "I
understand now about honour, family..."

"...love." said Draco,
tilting her face up to his. "I understand too. This was my
choice Hermione. I don't know how it will affect the future, but it
is a risk I must take, to help the Malfoy family honour. And I
do it not merely for honour, but for love."

"That is a good enough reason to
do anything," said Hermione, smiling at her husband.

From the centre of
the room, Antoine watched the scene in surprise. The obviously
pure-blooded wizard was kissing the common witch. Strangely, it
didn't seem to bother him anymore. He couldn't remember if it ever
had.

"Time to go" said Draco.
Hermione wrapped her arms tightly around Draco's waist as he took out
the Reverse Thyme Eliminus and untied the stopper with one hand. With
the other, he used his wand to perform a finite incantatem on
Antoine.

"Mmmm,
Draco" she said, pressing herself tighter against his familiar
body. He was kissing her now. He started with her hair, then her
face, then her neck...

She
squealed and sat up in bed. For a moment, fear crossed her mind.
Where was she? What about Antoine the witch hunter?

"Awake
at last?" came a familiar drawl from behind her. Draco was
sitting up in bed, dressed in a fifteenth century outfit.

It
came rushing back. "You saved me!" she said, feeling a
little bit shy at being completely naked next to Draco, who was fully
dressed.

"But
of course" said Draco, wrapping his arms around her from behind
and nuzzling the back of her neck.

"Where
are we?" Hermione said, looking around. They were in a large
room, with beautiful french windows through which light was
streaming, furnished with elegant furniture and a venetian glass lamp
on the ceiling.

"Malfoy
Manor" said Draco, in a pleased voice.

"Why
didn't I wake up apart from you?" asked Hermione, "We did
last time."

"Er...nothing"
Draco thought he heard laughter again... somewhere. But he wasn't
angry at that sound anymore, he felt that he understood it and had
mastered it.

"Do
you smell that?" said Hermione, sniffing the air. "Roses!"

"It's
your hair" said Draco, breathing into her curls. "You
always did smell like roses!"

"Was
it all real then?" Hermione said, in wonder. "Lady
Katherine, and the servants... midsummer, dreams, and your little
cottage...."

"...and
the walks in Flinders wood..."

"...and
the doves we set free! Oh, and dear old Ruth Brenthurst!"

"Yes,
it was all real" said Draco, climbing out of bed and grinning.
"I still have the foul taste of your vegetable soup in my
mouth..."

Hermione
chucked a pillow at him.

"Let's
get changed, and see what's what."

"What
am I going to wear?" asked Hermione, slipping out of the bed.

"Wear
one of my shirts, then I'll go and borrow something from mother's
closet. She had racks of beautiful clothes and is about your size.
She'd be pleased for you to wear them."

Hermione
slipped on one of Draco's shirts. It covered her thighs modestly
enough. Draco pulled off the medieval costume and quickly got dressed
in shirt and pants.

"Can
I borrow a comb?" asked Hermione, running her fingers through
her tangled hair.

"Sure"
said Draco, "It's in the top shelf of the cabinet over there."

He
watched appreciatively as his young wife walked over to the cabinet.
It was amazing that she could look prettier wearing one of his shirts
than when wearing gorgeous medieval gowns.

"It's
stuck" she said, yanking at the handles.

"Here,
let me..."

But
Hermione gave it a hard tug and an orange vase on top of the cabinet
tipped over and shattered on floor.

"Oh
dear!" she said, "Oh I'm so sorry! Shall we do a reparo?"

Draco
laughed, "That's all right. That was from my Aunt Melina. I
always hated it."

Hermione
grinned, and stooped to pick up the cracked pieces but stopped when
she heard footsteps outside the room. Draco heard them too and
whipped around.

"I
heard a noise...go on, see what's inside...." said a woman's
voice. The door handle turned.

Hermione
instinctively stood closer to Draco who put an arm around her.

A
tall, broad-shouldered man entered the room. He had long
silver-blonde hair tied at the back of his neck and piercing gray
eyes. There was a moment of silence as the man, Draco and Hermione
stared in shock at each other.

A
slim, blonde woman stepped past him into the room. Draco's mind was
whirling.

"M-Mother?"
he said.

Hermione
looked curiously at Lucius and Narcissa. They looked like she had
remembered them... yet there was something different about them...

"Now
Draco, stop this nonsense and put down your wand!" said his
mother firmly.

Footsteps
came running towards the room from behind Narcissa, and at the
doorway to the room, a boy's voice said, "What's happening, Mrs
Malfoy? Are they back?" Hermione thought she recognised that
voice.

"Yes"
said Lucius, slowly, "But they seem to have gone a little...
mad."

"What
are you doing out of bed, mother?" Draco asked.

"It's
three o'clock in the afternoon, what would I be doing in bed?"
said Narcissa, hands on hips, "Now, you do as I say and put
down that wand! Ah!" she caught sight of Hermione, "I see
you managed to bring Hermione back! Oh my! Lucius, they're both
back! We must tell the Grangers at once!"

"What's
going on?" came the boy's voice again. Hermione was sure she
knew who it belonged to, it was...

...Harry
Potter burst into the room.

"Harry!"
shrieked Hermione, momentarily forgetting about Lucius.

"Hermione!
You're back! Malfoy, you did it... Oh thank God!" Not noticing
the tension in the room, Harry rushed forward and enveloped Hermione
in a huge hug.

From
beneath the smothering hugs of her friends, Hermione was trying to
speak to Draco, but her voice was choked with emotion...
"Draco...it's all right! Your imperius...it worked... The
Malfoys are all right....I know what happened..."

Draco
felt tears come to his eyes. He lowered his wand and didn't even
notice as the wood slipped from his fingers to the floor.

"Mother?"
he said, looking at the face of the intelligent and vital woman in
front of him. "You're well!"

"Why
wouldn't I be, Draco..." said Narcissa, patting her son's
cheek.

Draco
turned to Lucius. His father was just as he remembered him –
intelligent, proud, strong... everything Draco had wanted to admire
in Lucius...but which had disappeared once Lucius had been sent to
Azkaban for the murder of muggleborns while in the Dark Lord's
command.

"Father..."
Draco whispered, in wonder, looking at the familiar gray eyes, once
so hard and cold, but now filled with warmth.

Lucius
Malfoy grunted in surprise as his only son threw himself on him and
gave him a breath-depriving hug. He was not used to showing affection
openly, and didn't really know how to react. Slowly, he put his arms
around his son.

"There,
there..." he said to Draco. "You really have gone mad,
haven't you, boy?" But his voice was gentle as he scolded
Draco, and only barely hid how happy he was at having his son back.

"Very
touching" came a voice from the door.

All
eyes turned to look at Severus Snape. "I hardly expected you
back so soon, Malfoy. I was just taking these three young people here
to explain to your parents why on earth you wanted to go back
a second time. If I had known you'd been back so soon, I wouldn't
have bothered. All that melodrama for nothing..."

"And
that you were in danger of being fried at the stake..." said
Ron.

"If
someone didn't go back and rescue you!"

"In
danger of being burnt?" said Draco, in surprise.

"Yeah...
don't you remember, Malfoy?" said Harry, "We found that
book that said she was involved in a witch trial but someone came to
save Hermione. She disappeared, and those past people never figured
out where she went! We figured it must have been one of us, so we
tried to go back and save Hermione... but only you went. The potion
didn't work on us."

"The
book said that?" said Draco.

"Sure,"
said Harry peering at Draco, "What's up with you Malfoy? A few
hours ago, you knew exactly what was going on, now you're all
confused."

"Time-travel
can be confusing" said Narcissa to Harry. "I think
everyone should come down for a spot of tea. Then we can talk
everything out. Hermione, you'd better come with me first dear, you
can't go around wearing Draco's shirt like that."

"I'm
starving!" declared Ron putting his arm around Blaise.

"What's
new?" said Harry.

The
whole lot of people trooped out of Draco's bedroom. Lucius and
Narcissa lingered, waiting till everyone had cleared out.

"Oh
darling," said Narcissa, giving Hermione a hug. "Of
course, we were shocked when we heard about your marriage to our son
during the court case when that brilliant Mr Montague saved our
fortune... But we are truly glad for you. I'm so glad Draco saved
you, and you're here with us."

Hermione
smiled and looked nervously at Lucius. Narcissa had always been the
milder of the two Malfoy parents, but she didn't know if she could
trust Lucius.

I have told you a
long tale of magic, faeries and two star-crossed lovers. I could end
the story here, but I feel that to make the tale complete, I should
tell you a little bit more about the lives of our hero and his lovely
bride.

Let's
go forward a few years, and see what our favourite couple are
doing...Ah, here we are at Malfoy Manor, on the 12th of
April, the year 2012...

It
was Draco Malfoy's 25th birthday.

He
stood at the table surrounded by his family. To his left were his
mother and father. In his father's arms was a small girl of about
five years of age- his eldest daughter Katherine. To his right stood
his beautiful, brown-haired wife holding two tiny blonde boys by
hand- his twin sons Thomas and Lucius, who had just turned three last
month.

Before
him were the substantial remains of an enormous tea. Scattered around
the table were presents and cards, bearing birthday wishes from such
people as "Harry and Ginny", "Mr and Mrs Ronald
Weasley" and "Vincent Goyle – your best freind".

In
the centre of the food and presents, was an enormous cake with "Happy
25th Birthday Draco!" printed in red icing across
its centre. Twenty five candles burnt merrily on the cake as his
family sang "Happy Birthday" at the tops of their voices,
with his daughter giving the loudest (and most tuneless) rendition of
all. She was repaid for her efforts by a kiss from her doting and
indulgent grandfather...

Everyone
clapped.

"Cake!
Caaaake!" screamed the twins.

"Wait,
daddy must blow out the candles first" said their grandmother,
who was recording the whole session on a MagiCam.

Draco
stared nervously at the candles on the cake.

"Make
a wish" said his wife, cheekily. "Go on Draco, you
know how good you are at wishes."

His
parents looked at each other and shrugged, wondering what their
daughter-in-law could mean.

All
around him, Draco could hear laughter, and smell roses, and hear the
singing of a phantom court. He glared at his wife in mock anger. They
both knew about his phobia of wishes...and more importantly, since he
had told her everything that had happened, how that phobia
came about.

Draco
blew out the candles quickly.

He
kissed his wife and the family clapped. The twins stuck their fingers
into the cake.

"So,
what did you wish for this year?" asked his wife.

"You
know what I wish for every year, Hermione" Draco said
sheepishly.

Hermione
winked at her husband, as they said together...

"Absolutely
nothing!"

....Oh,
and by the way - they lived happily ever after.

THE
END

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